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• Fan Mail - NOFX
• Fan Mail - Blondie
• Fan Mail - Az
• Fan Mail - Dickies
• Fan Mail - Little Brother

Dear Sirs,
To whom is may concern
theres facts id like to learn
so many things i wanna know
especially trivial info paraphernalia
badges and regalia please send me everything
Cuz I
am interested in you
and everything you do
i find myself at all your shows
could you tell me were you buy your clothes
could you sign my little sisters face
put your signature any place and please send me a bio
Cuz we've got fan mail
we really really read it
Fan Mail
we really really read it
I sent you my letter now i want a reply
you dont know any better than you wont take your time
with my Fan Mail
So i would like to know just if and when
you'll be in town again
so that i could meet with you
and brag at my freinds at school
have you been all around the world
have you seen every kinda of girl
or are you from the other side
Cuz you
you cant believe everything that you read
with the hypocrisy and the greed
the papers all the things that they say
they dont tell me anything anyway
thats why ive gotta get it straight from you
without an obligation
My Fan Mail (oohs and ahhs)
Whats this i find to my suprise
those fans that i idolized
no longer seem to exist

I set my hand to writing you
It drifted off the page
I sold my one vision for a piece of the cake
I haven't ate in days
For unspoken value, aesthetic and charm
I'd smile at you sideways
But the lighting is wrong, I'm taking a picture and counting the cost
While the bells in my ears keep ringing
I set my hand to writing you
It drifted of the page
I nearly fell, I feel like a lowlife in hell
And I haven't slept in days and days, days and days
Beat on my Fender through my Gemini 2
Play to the posters on the wall of my room
Thought I was crazy when I'd think about you
And the bells in my ears keep ringing
And the bells in my ears keep ringing

* (AZ) Baby bring that ashtray in here
Aiight
(AZ) And bring my mail it's on top of the counter
Here baby
(AZ) Check, what's this
I don't know some mail came thru today
(AZ) Fishscale, Professional, what's this about men
lemme see what this about
Anyway, the food will be ready in 20 minutes
Peace Allah, hope tha scribe reach ya hands in good health
As for self, no sense of worrying my cards been dealt
Sunk in a cell, fishscale, fifth year of my bid
Finally got a chance recent to connect with my kids
It's kinda hard thru carelessness I scared they moms
And temporary I was barred voluntary the bond
Nevertheless, it's issues I need to address
Pertaining the certain statements that made me confess
Faced with life, it bites when reality hit
And wit crime come a lot of technicality shit
Thru many co-defendants conspiracies linking
Like the court system designed to keep the mind from thinking
Fog ya vision, guess it's just the odds of living
But like me, most great men became god in prison
Since Illmatic, first heard ya bars of life
I was up in Cansaki, *****s started to fight
You touched souls to a lost population of men
And no doubt, if ever out they'll never lock me again
Faced wit 10 on state time, wit life on the back
It's fucked up when your own folks ain't writing you back
Learn to relax, spoke wit certain cats that helped adapt
You know the streets to the pen it's kinda hard to transact
All the cars and the pretty women, condos,
The clothes and the city living
I seen division, breakdown of the population
It's either submit, death or incarceration I felt the combination
Torn between reality rap and the fakes
Some do it for the salary cap few relate
And been thru what I been thru at least in fraction
So when they spit you could feel the passion I see you maxin'
That Nas and that Jigga riff started some shit
It departed the prison system we should argue a bit
It's a glimpse of what's to come
The past follow, hold the voice just hunger me holdin' my last bottle
I live like that of a star without the title, I had to write you
It's beyond trying to enlight you
It's a token of appreciation for being that poet with no abbreviations
Much respect from us all wish you much success
Get yours take money nigga fuck the rest I'm signing off
And leave in the way that I greet and say peace
Keep in mind always rep the streets, you that nigga.
Word,........... Gotta write homey back
(AZ) Ayo, boo I got any more of that mail out there
Got a few more
(AZ) You gotta read this one, the shit right here is deep, man
Alright, gimme a minute
(AZ) Okay, What's this one right here
oh shortie from Nashville, alright lemme see this
AZ, this is Camille since Sugarhill been a fan
And since then to me you still a man
A real card player rarely reveals his hand
And sincerely, I could say the hood feel ya jam
I sit and listen to your last edition
Washing dishes in the kitchen
Or twisting the baby dreads on little Christian
It's so sickening his father we both miss him
He was killed in a '99 car collision
I guess the best ones God get them the tar sniff 'em
It's just the way it is in this bizarre system
You remind me of his one concerning words when you speak
You and him both got that funny type of slur in y'all speech
At night it's like his face just emerge in my sleep
I smoke herb so that grief can stop disturbing my peace
My life's deep, it coincide with the way that you rap
I hate it when them commentators say that you back
You never left you was always years ahead of the rest
My baby-father even felt your style he say you was best
How you dress how you move when you in the public
Without a lot of luggage gotta love it that's how you thug it...

Dear sirs,
To whom this may concern
there's facts Id like to learn
so many things I wanna know
especially trivial info paraphernalia badges and regalia
please send me everything
cuz I
am interested in you
and every thing you do
I find myself at all your shows
could you tell me where you buy your clothes
could you sign my little sisters face
put your signature any place and please send me a bio
Cuz we've got fan mail
we really really read it
Fan mail
we really really need it
I sent you my letter now I want a reply
you don't know any better than you won't take your time with my
Fan Mail
So I would like to know just if and when
you'll be in town again
so that I could meet with you
and brag at my friends at school
have you been all around the world
have you seen every kind of girl
or are you from the other side
cause you
you can't believe everything that you read
with the hypocrysy and the greed
the papers all the things that they say
they don't tell me anything anyway
that's why I've gotta get it straight from you
concerning your situation
without an obligation
Break
My Fan mail(Oohs and Aahs)
What's this I find to my surprise
those fans that I idolized
no longer seem to exist
now tell what can be the cause of this
perhaps it could be their egos
I tell you heaven only knows
I didn't even get a newsletter
Fan Mail Send it out to me

MIGGER!
[Intro: Rapper Big Pooh]
Rapper Pooh's in the motherfuckin buildin
Phonte's in the buildin, Joe Scudda's in the buildin
DJ Babu's on the motherfuckin BEAT!
From NC, to LA
[Lil' Fame "G. Building":]
"Regulatin this game, fuck a critic
Cause when I'm spittin, I'm a split your shit in! "
[Rapper Big Pooh:]
Here we go, yo; niggaz tryna box me in
How the fuck am I suppose to win?
Bruh, Poobie stay cool like I'm West Coast pimpin with Schwinn
I'm a keep doin me, I just pimp with a pen
Til the day that I reach my end
I'm a always do me first, fucker 'fore I let you in
Ronnie J. is my next-to-kin, and to be frank
Muh'fuckers I ain't take it from him (take it from him)
I done been criticize, critique to stone
Even had people tell me I should leave it alone
How you gon throw rocks, but you don't want the throne
Try and keep a nigga outta his zone
You ain't never wrote a rap in your life,
Or even handle bars to put yourself on the mic, but you talk about ME
If I talk about you, you won't buy my CDs'
I'm talkin 'bout y'all, tell me what it's gon be, WHAT? !
[Chorus: Darien Brockington]
(Holla, holla, holla, holla)
I'm just huuuuman
I'm onnnnly a maaaaaaaan...
And I'm doooooin the best that I caaaaan, yeah...
I was yooooou, would you pleeeease understand, yeah...
[Lil' Fame "G. Building":]
{"Regulatin this game, fuck a critic
Cause when I'm spittin, I'm a split your shit in"}
[Joe Scudda:]
Yeah, J-O, aiyyo I'm sick of all the whinin and the bitchin
I swear you act like a bunch of ladies
Cause all you every do is cry like a bunch of babies
Do you really think that y'all opinion with Joe will switch my flow?
Fuckin crazy; you done fell down and bumped your head
You can suck my dick, that's what the fuck Joe said
Simple and plain, I wanted you to catch that shit
I said it, I meant it, so NO I don't regret that shit
But I still got fans that keep it real with Joe
They love my cocky persona and the ignorant flow
They say, "Fuck 'em, ya ignorant Joe"
My manager told me to murder everything, so I'm killin 'em doe
And I'on't really give a fuck if you quote my shit
But it's me, and I should know cause I wrote my shit
Guess this game, truly is a gift and a curse
You said you hate me so I KNOW you gon luh this verse, what? !
[Chorus]
[Phonte:]
Peace to D.P.'s and Alchemisssst
And dis is dedicated to them bastard whicccch
Gave me and the crew dey ass to kiss
That's why I'm bout to be Reborn, this verse is just a Braxton hits
(C'mon) Just imagine if, you spend your whole life working hard
And still had niggaz hatin and frontin
Everybody, yeah they own your shit, but got they bones to pick
Like we was playin Operation or sumthin
Maybe then you might lose it, get a little madder
Wanna choke a nigga, maybe slap a cracka
Maybe rethink your whole strategy and be like,
"Fuck these rap geeks, I'm rhymin with Project Pat-a"
I know that's probably too much for y'all
I can tell on the nerves that I'm touchin on
I'm just stayin on my grind like bicuspids, dawg
I ain't got time to fuck with y'all, I'm doin ME, c'mon